Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.